Monday, April 6, 2009

Hey wait, please wait,Don't rush off,You won't be late.Wait, yes, he'll wait,The engine's runningAt the gate.Don't believe what you've heard,Faithful's not a bad word.Oh, won't you save these BachelorKisses now, they're for your brow.Oh, won't you save these BachelorKisses now, they're for your brow.Hand, hands like hooks,You'll get hurtIf you play with crooks.Your hand, that's all he took,The world opened upFor your looks.Don't believe what you've heard,Faithful's not a bad word.Oh, won't you save these BachelorKisses now, they're for your brow.Oh, won't you save these BachelorKisses now, they're for your brow.The arcade lights are hanging down.The rain surrenders to the town.The world of men don't mean a thingWhen all they give you is a diamond ring.Don't believe what you've heard,Faithful's not a bad word.Oh, won't you save these BachelorKisses now, they're for your brow.Oh, won't you save these BachelorKisses now, they're for your brow.But don't be slave to BachelorKisses now, they'll break their vow.But don't be slave to BachelorKisses now, they'll break their vow.

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Portion?

(pôr'shən, pōr'-) n.
1. A section or quantity within a larger thing; a part of a whole.
2. A part separated from a whole.
3. A part that is allotted to a person or group, as:
i. A helping of food.
ii. The part of an estate received by an heir.
iii. A woman's dowry.
4. A person's lot or fate.
"We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are." - Anais Nin